you sly fucker, you.”
I stand at my desk, focusing on my computer as I open the folder for the employee documents. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He smirks. “Georgia. Is something going on between you two?”
I drag my finger along the trackpad and hit print. “Hell no.”
“That mean she’s available?”
“Hell no.”
He chuckles, rubbing his hand over his strong jaw. “There’s something then.”
“There’s nothing.”
“When she walked into the room, your eyes followed her every move. You were ready to rip my head off my shoulders while she flirted with me. And then you went back to wanting to decapitate me when I just asked if she was available.”
“Do you want to get fired before you start?” I level my dark gaze on him.
“I’d prefer not to be.”
“Then shut the hell up.”
“Cohen seems like he just tries to be intimidating. Ask her out. It’d be good for you. She’d be good for you.”
A knot forms in my stomach. “I’d ruin her.”
28
Georgia
I’m never having a gender-reveal party.
These things are stressful.
No way could I wait to find out the sex of my baby, but Cohen and Jamie have been patient.
Spoiler alert: I peeked at the cake.
They’re having a girl.
After they find out and I get them alone, I’m requesting Georgia at least be thrown in as her first or middle name.
I planned the party with Jamie’s best friend, Ashley, but Cohen and I have been planning an additional surprise. He’s popping the question to Jamie today, and we set up for the perfect proposal.
A baby-bottle piñata and blue and pink streamers hang from the trees in Cohen’s backyard. Games and food are spread along the tables, and the party is half-catered, half-Cohen grilled. He insisted no one but him was grilling his burgers. Friends and family are scattered around the backyard—sitting at tables, playing games, conversing with each other.
Cohen caved again and allowed our mother to tag along with me. After I swore on my life that she’d changed, Jamie and I convinced him that it was time for Noah to meet her. He did, and it only created more sparkle in her eyes. Maybe that’s what she needs—a support system, a family—to help her stay sober.
All our friends are here, including Archer and Lincoln. My sleep has been crappy and my stress high since the night of my graduation party. I’d never had anyone gift me something so sentimental. Since then, we’ve had a few side conversations, but with him training Lincoln and getting Lincoln situated into normal life, we haven’t had much time to talk. Not that I’m sure he would talk even if I cornered him.
The man drops bombs and then walks away as if he didn’t ignite my feelings for him. I’ve considered asking Jamie for whiplash medicine because the boy is confusing me with his back and forth.
He’s back and forth.
His I like you, but I’m no good for you.
His let me be sweet but make you hate me at the same time.
When I went home that night, I decided to take my mom’s second piece of advice—make him see what he’s missing. That’s why I’ve taken on the pastime of flirting with every man Archer can see. Lincoln, guys at the bar, even the man who delivered our beer shipment yesterday.
If you can’t beat ’em, might as well create some jealousy.
Strolling through the yard, I spot Lincoln relaxed in a chair, a water bottle in his hand. “Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln,” I call out, walking over to him before plopping down on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. “When are you going to take me out on a date?”
Lincoln wraps his arms around my waist, glancing down at me with a smirk. “Whenever you’re available, babe.” His lips go to my ear. “Keep making him jealous. It’s working.”
Lincoln shares some similarities with his brother: chips on their shoulders and not one for small talk, but he’s more easygoing than Archer.
These Callahan boys.
Handsome men ready to destroy everything in their paths.
We flirt, but I’ve never crossed a line with him. Nor will I ever. Even with Archer being a jackass to me, I have more respect for him than that. I have too much respect for Lincoln to use his heart as a pawn. I’m also not so keen on having sex with brothers.
That’s my brother’s thing … but with sisters.
Sorry, Cohen, totally kidding.
I love Jamie, love how she’s fixed my brother, and she’s a chill chick.
“You ready, guys?” I hear Ashley yell. “Cohen! Jamie! It’s